I’ve cast my mind
Far afield
And landed in poppies
Where cowards are kings of nonexistent jungles
And hearts and brains are stolen
By evil personified by a dark skinned woman
Quite anticlimacticly

With a bucket of not so holy water as my weapon
I will confront that which I do not understand
At the behest of a fat white man
Who hides behind smoke and mirrors
And drowns in his opulence

But fear not!
For the virginal teenager will save
The world that could not hope to save itself
And then return to her place
As the obedient daughter of an uneducated farmer